Yan Jingcheng glanced at the unsightly thing placed in the middle of the bed, looked away, and did not engage in a momentary argument with her.
childish!
This woman has lost a few years of memory and is becoming more and more like a child.
Seeing his acquiescence, Gu Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief.
After measuring the distance between the two sides of the bed, he lay down and quietly kicked the cylindrical pillow to Yan Jingcheng's side to make the area on his side larger.
Yan Jingcheng's eyes were still on the book, without raising his eyelids, but he could clearly see her little movements.
"Gu Mingzhu."
"Hmmhuh?" Gu Mingzhu, who was concentrating on kicking the pillow, quickly retracted her feet and turned to look at him with an innocent face.
"Do you know that sometimes, you deserve a beating?" Yan Jingcheng said softly.
Gu Mingzhu: ""
Gu Mingzhu lay back obediently, looked at Yan Jingcheng and warned seriously: "Boys who are too rude will not get a wife."
"I have a wife." Yan Jingcheng replied.
"Then he will be abandoned by his wife." Gu Mingzhu continued to respond seriously.
Yan Jingcheng: ""
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Since it was not too late, Gu Mingzhu started to read the script with a professional spirit.
She had completely forgotten all her lines.
But fortunately, it was probably due to the instinctive familiarity of her body and her good memory. After reading it a few times, she gradually regained the feeling.
The night was dark, neither of them said a word, but a touch of warmth filled the room.
Gu Mingzhu¡¯s nerves, which had been tense from the beginning, gradually slowed down.
¡°Maybe it¡¯s because the sound of turning books at night is too reassuring, or maybe there¡¯s always a strange charm around this man.
Soon, her breathing became even and she fell into a deep sleep.
Yan Jingcheng slowly put down the book in his hand, turned to look at the woman beside him, stared at her for a while, and chuckled.
Even at this moment, he suddenly felt.
Even if she doesn¡¯t remember anything anymore, it would be nice if she could stay with her like this for the rest of her life.
It¡¯s justher illness is not just as simple as not remembering
In the past few days, as he learned more about this disease, Yan Jingcheng became more and more irritable.
Except when I'm around her, my mood is extremely bad whenever I'm around her.
That feeling is as if the God of Death has set a countdown clock on the head of the person you love. You don¡¯t know how long the time is left, but you know that there is not much left, and it is decreasing little by little.
Yan Jingcheng leaned over and kissed her gently on the eyelids, not understanding why this happened to her.
She always said that she was very lucky, blessed by her aunt¡¯s prayers, and that she had a smooth journey.
But in fact, she has never been a lucky person.
It¡¯s been a bumpy road, a dramatic life.
Yan Jingcheng gently put her hand back on the quilt, wishing that he could bear all this on her behalf.
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The next day, Yan Jingcheng sent Gu Mingzhu to the crew as usual.
Because I was worried, I gave a lot of instructions along the way.
Fortunately, Gu Mingzhu¡¯s memory is still there these two days, at least it¡¯s not like before where she even forgot what happened the day before.
" Gu Mingzhu listened to the man's chatter and looked through her notebook. Before getting off the car, she thought she should be able to pretend that she would not be noticed by others.
When Gu Mingzhu got out of the car, Wen Yu's nanny's car happened to pass by.
Wen Yu sat in the car, looking at the car where Gu Mingzhu got off, and was silent for a moment. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com